In the court of the Elvish Queen, our mage gazes beyond the lavish platters, and into the queen's moonlit face. Suddenly he receives a vision. A vivid image of the wild, green prairie; its grasses waving gently. When his eyes return to the queen's hair, those western winds breathe through it like the grass. The space that separates the two elves is this vast, beautiful, ancient ocean. In this realm, where neither mind nor body exist, the winds carry their energy like weather.